Chorus : I'm packing up, then i'm running away X4
Verse 1 : I'm packing up my sh*t then i'm running away, wherever this bus takes me i'ma stay. I got a couple glad bags to last me for days and your wife ha. She can swallow my hand grenade, cut off with a f*cking rusty ass razor blade. I should probably be locked away for this sh*t but you paved the way for this sh*t admit it you killing dreams. Like we living on elm street
Chorus : I'm packing up, then i'm running away X4
Verse 2 : You to wishy washy nothing but a spin cycle, i'ma hang you out to dry n*gga. This for them kids in the cribs who don't know better, this for them years and them years thought you knew better uhh. I'm pulling strings like i play the guitar, if you marry my daughter i just might buy you a car. f*ck that, that just shows how simple you are but my life is a movie but yo this sh*t is bizarre